Found a few good metaphors. By good, I mean bad. Really bad.
The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn't.
Bob was as perplexed as a hacker who means to access T:flw.quid55328.com\\aaakk/ch@ung but gets T:\\flw.quidaaakk/ch@ung by mistake.
Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.
Sounds simple doesn't it? But add to that the truth that you need money to make money.
Which brings us tom the news today that the price of metals is reaching record highs. A few months ago I had the idea that it would be good to invest in commodities that were devalued. Such as Silver. Only thing was I had no money.
I do not like to apply for jobs unless I feel reasonably qualified. I also try to be brutally honest to myself.
Now that is a recipe for disaster if I ever saw one. Especially since I want to move out of sales - my bread and butter role of the last few years. Most of my employment life.
I Just applied for a position of Junior Web Developer. I have been making websites, maintaining and updating them for years, but I really had to think before I decided that I am qualified to apply for such a role.
I am a night owl by trade. I do most things when there is no disturbance. The most productive part of the day for me. The time when I think straight.
So does it make a bad person to feel frustrated when I have to house sit for someone else for three days running?
Even when they have a pretty much life or death situation?
I think so.
For all those critics; the truth does begin in lies. Take me for example... i do all sorts of things that id rather not tell my parents about. For example if I goofed off from studying to go watch a movie and my parents asked me "where I did today?" Id simply answer with "Playing Cricket"... or "When they shout from the hall: "Seraph! What are you doing?" I answer with "Playing Cricket".
The truth waits for nobody. It does not [url=/blogs/seraphim/truth-lies]begin in lies[/url], nor does it need to be sugar coated in lies. Truth is the absense of Lies. No matter what House says. If it is relative, it is not a truth but an opinion.
Some people lie to others for a multitude of reasons. Some which sound good, others which do not. But why do people lie to themselves?
If you cannot be truthful to yourself, can you be truthful to others?
Everybody lies. It's a basic truth of the human condition that everybody lies. The only variable is about what exactly.
The truth begins in lies. I've found that when you want to know the truth about someone that someone is probably the last person you should ask.
You want to know how two chemicals interact, do you ask them? No, they're going to lie through their lying little chemical teeth. Throw them in a beaker and apply heat.
So that begs the question, why do they lie?
My personal philosophy is that we are who we choose to be. We are where we are because of the choices we've made in life and if you dont like who you've become then its no ones fault but your own. Although there is something to be said about the element of fate, i for one refuse to believe we are helpless against it. To a certain extent id like to believe we can make our own fate and its never too late to change.
Change is difficult, even frustrating... but NOT impossible. All you need is a goal and the will to change.
I hold a philosophy that others have lambasted me for - a person is allowed to fail.
A person does not have to be the best, or even succeed. Taken to its logical limit, A person does not even have to participate. This is their right. People are allowed to fail. This may not lead to money, success, fame or anything else, but not everything is about that.
Using this philosophy, what is a capable person? Someone who is smart, can do things, or someone who actually does things? I would argue the latter.
It's the same with intellect - someone who is "smart" but does nothing is not as smart as another who is "less intellectual" but actually acts or achieves something.
Where am I going with this? Nowhere. It's just a blog post.
To the memory of my father rahimahullah
For you,
It’s cool to drive home
An almond-eyed cool blonde
Picked up in Paris or in Rome.
For you,
It’s cool to score a goal in Liverpool
Against Real Madrid or Lazio Rome.
For you,
It must be fine to savour wine
And spaghetti while listening to Pavarotti.
For you,
It’s great to have £ 8,000 in hand
Or to land a higher rank in a central bank.
For you,
It’s a delight to the eyes
To watch sunrise in the dunes of Morocco.
For you,
It’s beyond telling the joy of jogging in Monaco.
Let alone the joy of shopping in Hanoi
